Welcome! I'm so glad you're here. It's lonely in my office with no one to talk to but the cat. I give you, Beau - he is NOT your typical cat, and yes, he sits like that ALL the time. Cracks my sister-in-law up to no end.
Last week I left off with this, At the word 'crime', the boy began to squirm again.
George tightened his grip, trying not to bruise the frail child. "Settle down, Phillip, I'm not turning you over to the magistrate."
The young lad stopped struggling.
"Seeing as you nearly caused irreparable harm to my horse, I believe I shall have you water, feed and care for him while I'm here in Cambridgeshire."
"I cain't feed yer 'orse. Ain't got no money fer that."
"I'll provide everything you require, you're job is to take care of Buttons."
"Buttons?" Phillip grinned, showing a gap between some of his teeth, which made George think he was only about eight or nine years old. At least that was how old he'd been when all he had to show for a smile was his two front teeth with nothing on either side.
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Thanks for stopping by. I hope to see you next week and remember to hug someone you love today.
Always, with love,